"Give me your whip," Nie Huaisang demanded, in a gentle but expectant way. He held his free hand out, while he fanned himself with the other, his smile unwavering. "I wonder how good you are at dealing with blows from a whip. You must be stronger than Wei-xiong, you are so much bigger."

He assumed the bulk was mostly baby fat at this point, honestly, but he was not about to say that out loud yet. He just wanted him competing with Wei Wuxian, it seemed like the best way to get under his skin. "Aren't you going to take off your shirt?"